I only watch sports and reality TV. My favorite reality show begins tonight. I’m pretty psyched about. Call me a loser if you must. Big Brother is a lot like the world of poetry. Those with nothing to offer are eliminated early on. The pretty people use their looks to advance them as far in the game as possible. Ultimately, they are seen as shallow. Some people fly under the radar. They only get so far before they have to step up and are usually found to be one-trick ponies. Alliances are formed and people are used until it becomes no longer convenient to have them around. And there are the ones who want it most. Those who will do whatever it takes to win. Sometimes their methods are questionable. But it’s a game show. It’s not real life. They are simply very good players. I know which player I am. But that’s for America to decide.